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/http%3A%2F%2Fassets.over-blog.com%2Ft%2Ftwentyeleven%2Fimages%2Fpine-cone.jpg "This is a blog to which I commit all the things I come across, be it through reading or through reflecting about things around me. I am also using the blog to publish what I consider to be the basics of a future publication.")
Talese, a founder of New Journalism
Published on July 7 2016
I don’t care anymore. That’s the great thing about being old. I mean, what can they do to me? Who are they? Who are they?
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Nan and Gay Talese, Ocean City, New Jersey, 1992. In order to get to Gay Talese's study you have to leave his Upper East Side town house and go down the elegantly curling stairs, into another entrance, with another set of keys, and down another flight of steps.
http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5925/the-art-of-nonfiction-no-2-gay-talese